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Sabrina Script - Dialogue TranscriptVoila! Finally, the Sabrina script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the movie starring Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Humphrey Bogart, etc. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Sabrina. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. You won't hurt my feelings. Honest.Swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards for more free movie scripts!
Once upon a time,
on the North Shore of Long Island,
some 30 miles from New York,
there lived a small girl
on a large estate.
The estate was very large indeed
and had many servants.
There were gardeners
to take care of the gardens
and a tree surgeon on a retainer.
There was a boatman to put the boats
in the water in the spring
and scrape their bottoms
in the winter.
There were specialists
to take care of the grounds,
the outdoor tennis court
and the indoor tennis court,
the outdoor swimming pool
and the indoor swimming pool.
And a man of no particular title
took care ofa small pool in the
garden for a goldfish named George.
Also on the estate there was
a chauffeur by the name of Fairchild,
who had been imported from England
together with a new Rolls-Royce.
Fairchild was a fine chauffeur
of considerable polish,
Like the eight cars in his care.
And he had a daughter
by the name of... Sabrina.
It was the eve of
the annual six-metre-yacht races
and, as had been traditional
for the past years,
the Larrabees were giving a party.
It never rained on the night
of the Larrabee party.
wouldn't have stood for it.
There were four Larrabees in all -
father, mother and two sons.
Maude and Oliver Larrabee
were married in .
Among their many wedding presents
was a town house in New York
and this estate for weekends.
The town house has since been
converted into Saks Fifth Avenue.
Linus Larrabee, the elder son,
graduated from Yale,
where his classmates voted him
the man most likely
to leave his alma mater$ million.
His brother, David, went through
several of the best Eastern colleges
for short periods of time,
and through several marriages
for even shorter periods of time.
He is now a successful
six-goal polo player
and is listed on Linus's tax return
as a $ deduction.
Life was pleasant among
for this was as close to heaven
as one could get on Long Island.
Come on down from there, Sabrina!
You'd better finish your packing.
Who's that girl, Father,
dancing with David?
Her name is Gretchen Van Horn.
Chase National Bank.
I hate girls that giggle
all the time.
You hate every girl David looks at.
You can't go on like this about
David. You've got to get over it.
It's good you're going away.
I only hope it's far enough.
Come along, Sabrina.
In a minute, Father. You go ahead.
I'll be up soon.
- Oh, it's you, Sabrina.
- Hello, David.
I thought I heard somebody.
No, it's nobody.
What is this, mixed singles?
No! You have to stay on your side
of the net.
That'll be a little difficult,
- You know the rules of the game.
- OK, I'll serve.
- Don't leave your passport tomorrow.
- No, Father.
It's not every girl
that's lucky enough to go to Paris.
And it's the best cooking school
in the world.
If your mother were alive,
she'd be happy you were going there.
She was the best cook
on Long Island.
I'm not saying you have to be a cook,
as she was,
or that I want you to marry
But you know how I feel.
Your mother and I
had a good life together.
We were respected by everyone.
That's as much as anyone can want.
Don't reach for the moon, child.
Besides, it never hurt a young girl
to learn how to cook, did it?
I'll wake you at seven.
The boat goes at noon. Good night.
What's going on?
Sabrina, come out of there. Come on.
What are you doing here?
Just checking the spark plugs.
Father was worried
because a spark plug was missing.
I wanted to find out
which one it was.
So you started the motors
and closed the doors?
- I didn't want to disturb anyone.
- You might never have done so again.
- Does your father know?
- No! I wanted to surprise him.
We'd better get out.
There now. Breathe deep.
That's right. Now, deep breath.
- What happened?
- You passed out.
You don't have to carry me.
Of all the idiotic things...
Haven't you ever heard of carbon
monoxide? It kills people.
What would have happened
if I hadn't come along?
I'd have died.
And fast. Eight cars!
One would have done it.
Good thing Mrs. Van Horn
asked me to drive her home.
Mrs. Van Horn? Gretchen's mother?
- Why didn't she drive her home?
- We can't find Gretchen.
- She what?
The next time you start a car, leave
the garage doors open. Understand?
A chauffeur's daughter
should know better.
Bonjour, mes dames et messieurs!
Yesterday we have learnt
the correct way how to boil water.
Today we will learn the correct way
how to crack an egg.
Voila, an egg!
Now an egg is not a stone.
It is not made of wood.
It is a living thing with a heart.
So when we crack it
we must not torment it.
We must be merciful and execute it
quickly, like with the guillotine.
It is done with one hand.
Kindly watch the wrist.
Voila. One, two, three, crack!
You see? It is all in the wrist.
And now, everybody, take an egg.
One, two, three, crack!
One, two, three, crack!
New egg. One, two, three, crack!
Take an egg. Crack!
The wrist, huh? Like a whip.
One, two, three, crack! New egg.
"Dear Father, or Cher Papa
as we say over here."
"Isn't my French getting good?"
"We finally finished our four-week
course in sauces, thank goodness!"
"Soups were tough
but sauces just about killed me."
"I almost flunked my hollandaise.
It kept separating on me."
Too much vinegar.
Does she mention David?
Mr. Linus is ready to go into town.
- What does she say about David?
- Not a word.
No, wait. Here's something.
- "I don't think of David very much."
- That's good.
- "Except at night."
- That's bad.
"I decided to be sensible
and tore up his picture."
- "Please mail me some Scotch tape."
- That's bad.
- Morning, Fairchild.
- Morning, sir. Beautiful day, sir.
Take the Parkway.
Two windows open. miles an hour.
Morning. Where are you off to?
- The office, where do you think?
- On Sunday?
- Today is Wednesday.
This is KL .
Get me Bowling Green .
Good morning, Miss McCardle.
How did the market open?
Industrials, . .
Up a dollar, ten.
Rails, . . Up cents.
Utilities, . . Off cents.
I'm just leaving.
Put the coffee on in minutes.
Inter-office memo to David Larrabee.
Dear David, you are a junior partner
of Larrabee industries,
located at Broad Street, New York.
Your office is on the nd floor.
Our normal week is Monday to Friday.
Our working day is nine to five.
If this is inconvenient
you may retire with your pension.
Having been with us one year,
your entitlement is cents
a month for the rest of your life.
What do you hear from your daughter?
- She still loves him.
- I beg your pardon?
she loves the cooking school, sir.
But she'll get over it.
And now, mes dames et messieurs,
soon we will see how you have learnt
the lesson of the souffle.
The souffle, it must be gay.
Like two butterflies dancing
the waltz in the summer breeze.
Very well. You have five seconds!
To the ovens!